YoungDope (Zero BeLow)
Cno Dopes
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Yeah, we do this, you know that, uh, uh, that, that You know we get fuel from the diamond in my chain, uh Love mama know I'm off the chain, uh Get your big sticks, uh, out the range, uh You know I'm gon' hit with you that fast, uh You should've did me a favor, stay in your lane, uh I ain't talk about playground, we don't play, uh Big old stick, take down the whole plane, uh I still miss my nigga in the game, uh Ever since they killed my nigga, this shit would never be the same But I ain't trippin', I got double R on my motherfuckin' chain Roads, roads, swervin' lane to lane Nigga know what's up with us, they better not get on the plane When I say it's up, it's stuck, I'm really gon' ram, parade Nigga not gon' guess who then did it, no train I keep that drink in my cup, nigga Cocko bag and niggas wantin' my nigga dead So f*ck it, I want the sound Drivin' in that motherfuckin' Range, it ease the pain Smokin' on that dank, but I still can't feel a thing Big truck, big truck, promise I'm gon' f*ck you up Can't believe I went to Jamaica, they stacked up my Uncle Buck Runnin' up that motherfuckin' bag until I had enough And it's crazy, I ain't have enough One of my mamas just go flyin' out to Africa Got my girl just saved, bitch, I be steppin' up I be steppin' up Do me a favor, count your blessings on me That nigga pull up in the truck, and that motherfuckin' demon You know he be sayin' Man, I brought this shit, gon' break the ring You know I'm stuffed, I'm livin I don't even think about myself, I think for all my children I don't give a f*ck who in the kitchen, I ain't butterin' no biscuits I don't need no stylist while I'm drippin', y'all niggas got something missin I don't f*ck with 6ix9ine, so my bitch know I ain't hittin That probably went across your head, because you talkin', you ain't livin I'ma get a nigga smoked, you like some ribs or butter biscuits You ain't scammin', lil' nigga, cause your pieces ain't even hit You might as well charge it to the gang, cause your missus, I be hit I'd rather go on the run before I answer some questions They talkin' bout autopsy and shit, man, I ain't askin' no questions Lord, had a toxic bitch, I ran straight from Florida But I ain't trippin', made a whole damn million in Georgia Oh, uh, still flackin' for my dawg, y'all niggas be flackin Opposite pockets, it don't matter, it don't matter That mean it don't make no sense, I had to kill the child I ain't gon' play with none of these niggas, I have a face down in the plaza Pull up in the S.I.T., you know I like it fast I like bitches with somethin' out, you know I beat it back I like bitches that bad, uh, uh She so bad, had to put that bitch in the corner, mm Used to sell that blunt for street shit in the corner, mm Came through too much, lil' talkin' on these phones, mm I'ma hit that Benz, then I'm finna leave her, mm Gotta get that money, she stay high-rated, pizza, mm She know we get fuel from the diamond in my chain, mm Lil' mama know I'm off the chain, mm Hit a truck, pick sticks, uh, out the range, mm You know I'm gon' hit and shoot that fast, mm You shoulda did me a favor, stay in your lane, mm I ain't talk about playground, we don't play, mm Big ol' stick, take down the whole plane, mm I still miss my nigga in the game, mm I'ma hit that Benz, then I'm finna leave her, mm
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